Alleen waar komen nu toch die drie dikke dames in de titel van deze post vandaan? Nou, ik had het op de kalender geschreven als ddd en DH vroeg wat dat betekende, het enige dat hij kon bedenken was..... Drie Dikke Dames!
Op het blog cyberfiber van Susan Lenz, zag ik deze uitnodiging voor een "internationale willekeurige ATC-ruil". Ik had nog een stapeltje ATC's die in de kast lagen te lurken en als het een beetje meezat met de post zou ik de deadline nog halen, dus heb ik er drie opgestuurd.
Gisteren lagen er ineens drie enveloppen aan mezelf in de bus. Ik had helemaal niet meer aan deze ruil gedacht, dus het was een aangename verrassing.
Het zijn drie totaal verschillende ATC's, die alledrie mooi zijn op hun eigen manier.
On the cyberfiber of Susan Lenz, I saw this announcement for a "random internaional ATC-swap". There was a stack of ATC's, lurking in my closet and if the mail cooperated a little I would be able to make the deadlin, so I mailed three.
Yesterday I found three self adressed and stamped envelopes in the mail. After putting the ATC's in the mail, I hadn't thought about this swap at all, so it was a nice surprise. They are three totally different ATC's, each of them beautifull in his own right.
Thank your veru much, Bridget, Pat and Cindy, for this nice ATC's. And of course thank you, Susan, for organising this swap.
My fifth "one quilt a week". I used a piece of organza that got holes in it when trying to iron out the batik wax, a fiber, some gold thread and two leftover squares from another project. Like the first four, I turned this quiltlet into a fibercard.
To be honest I am having doubts about this project. It was supposed to be one quick quilt each week to liberate my creativity, but it is starting to become a chore, which eats away my time which I would prefer to spent on something else. Because this way the result is just the opposite of what I want it to be, I am considering to stop making these quillets. Darn it, I should have been as clever as Sonja, and posted them after I knew whether I would go through with it.
Found this obituary on Laura's blog.
Obituary in the London Times
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair;
and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived only by his 4 stepbrothers:
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
The quiltlet on top of this post is my first abstract challenge quiltlet, "winter". The green band symbolizes higher temperatures crouching in on our winters, due to the green house effect.
Ik heb twee vliegen in één klap geslagen, mijn lievelingsdier en mijn lievelingskunstenaar; Rosina Wachtmeister. Als je het kunstwerk zoekt wat ik heb gebruikt voor dit quiltje, kun je lang zoeken, het is nl geen bestaand kunstwerk maar ik heb het zelf getekend, in de stijl van Rosina Wachtmeister. Alle materialen zitten er in en ik heb (drie kleuren) groen als extra kleur gekozen.
En hier is de collage van alles wat er tot nu toe af is:
De quiltjes van Marleen en Yvon ontbreken nog, we hadden één uitvaller en Yvon had haar quiltje bijna af, maar is het kwijtgeraakt...... (hopelijk vindt ze het nog terug).
This is the quiltlet I made for the brown bag challenge I blogged about yesterday. I killed two birds with one stone, it is my favorite animal and my favorite artist (Rosina Wachtmeister). If you try finding the artwork which I used for this quiltlet, you can look for a very long time and never find it, it isn't an excisting artwork but I drew it myself. All materials I showed yesterday are used and I used (three kinds of) green as a second color.
On the second picture you can see all that has been finished now. They are made by: Els, Margeeth, Christina, Hetty, Mieke Noor and Tineke.